Leaving

The rose-colored lenses of leaving
Altering my view
Every morning a sunrise
At dusk a brand new moon

I see my future in strangers
A rose that's yet to bloom
I see a home, love and family
Oh could it be you

I'm leaving
Leaving

I swallowed a rose for the keeping
Petal, thorn and root
I swallowed the rose of my leaving
And sing it now for you



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Writer(s): Mally Smith
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